The Catwalk in question is a fashion runway, from the
high-pressure cat fighting world of modeling which Sharon
Kane and Mike Horner ruthlessly preside over like
Armani-skinned land sharks. As a top model being
blackmailed, Jeanna Fine hasn't lost any of the spark (both
sexually and theatrically) that regularly fueled the early
half of her career.

However, the fan/consumer must wait until the final scene to
see T.T. Boy slam the Blass out of her ass. The wait is
worth it -- she deep-throats him with lissome lust, and he
stuffs the ol' Jimmy Dean up her spoiled sphincter with the
"typical" T.T. tempestuousness. After his big splash on
her face, you'll never think of Cindy "what's her name"
again.

Likewise, Roxanne Hall entertains Nick East and Tony
Tedeschi in a sizzling d.p. that delivers yet another load to
the mouth (and belly). Problem is, Vanessa Chase is
also in the scene but once the threesome become a onesome, so
to speak, the "Chase" is over. She diddles herself in
the background but oh, what a fourth wheel!

Herein lies some of Catwalk's problems -- too many
(good) players, and a rather passive approach to the
camerawork. Initial penetration shots are frequently
absent; and in many cases (such as a three-way lesbian orgy),
the softcore footage outnumbers the hard by too large a
margin. Curiously, the final product is an uneven mix
of video and film footage -- for reasons unexplained.

Yet many of the scenes blister despite their shortcomings,
and the editing is razor-sharp (especially the mock-magazine
layouts). Great efforts have been expended to make this
production (Part 1 of 2, alas!) as "cinematic"
as possible. The audience deserves being made aware of it.